#once again. done with my FINGER.

[mightbeamustelid]

putting this here for archival purposes bc im paranoid about the ban wave <3

(and ive worked too long on this to have all my progress lost. sue me please dont actually)

[queenofepic]

friend of mine made the mistake of comparing corazon to salad fingers so i made something terrible on impulse

[ourstarscollided]

You’re welcome to explain your answer in the tags!

[quicksilversquared]

So I've been having issues since last fall with cigarette smoke smell from the porch (where my landlady allows smoking) leaking up into my room. We patched the (interior) wall. Multiple times. In multiple places. It stopped. In the spring, it started up again. I found that any small bit of negative air pressure in my room means that the smell, against all odds, will get sucked through the fucking solid wall. Had to switch over to the AC because that, unlike my fan, does not appear to create negative pressure (normally the fan was positive pressure, since it was blowing into my room, but if the smokestack was going at it....blowing air out was the only way for stinkapalooza to not just come in through my window). That seemed to work. Was gone for a part of the summer, so I untaped my door (...which had been taped shut to prevent tracked-in smoke smell and also overly-strong perfume/body spray/whatever from being pulled in from the hallway through the cracks around my door). Wasn't an issue until I got back, at which point.... yeah, somehow my room was at negative pressure again, pulling in both porch stank and hallway stink. Taped up the door. It was fine.

....now it's leaking again. Texted the landlady, who is all "oh but I had the porch checked for sealing recently!" Great! It's not working! There's clearly something between the porch and interior wall that's highkey breaking down, thus the temporary fix followed by stink again. Does it probably signal that an expensive repair has to be done? Yes. You know what would be less expensive than dealing with the problem? Not having people smoke on the freaking porch. I can understand not being able to drop it right away, since it's in the lease, but.... surely that can be reconsidered when it comes time (...twice a year) to renew?

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

SENDING MY FIRST ASK FROM THE NEW BLOG!!!! i feel like i am sending a letter from a new address... crazy. ANYWAY HOW R U TONIGHT!!!! i hope ur havin a good day!!!! kicking my feet like a teenager at a sleepover rn tell me abt ur day who r the blorbos in ur mind rn what kinda art r u workin on lately how's it going friend!!!

HIIIIIII HI HI . HELLO SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG- i mean catboy cellbit!!! . dude i am. dreading the coming week tbh but it is fine !! we will get thru it we will survive!!! i am so sleepytired but alas i also cannot sleep so i may just have another night of reading and music ahead of me . wah. i hope u are hsving a good night <3 IVE BEEN COMPLETELY ART NERFED TOO BTW. my laptop died on me a couple days ago and while i was able to find a new one affordably it will not be here until the 13th 😔 so no digital art from me for a while. sigh. i DID just decorate my new sketchbook with stickers tho so im hoping that will get my brain in gear for traditional art again. AS FOR BLORBOS. oh . u know. the usuals. vash the stampede. zacharie from off . masky marblehornets (also tim marblehornets) . to name three of them.

[fore-seer]

ok i’ve recruited and trained everyone in my main awakening file so it’s time for phase 2: aquiring 25 dread scrolls and 24 bride bouquets

[iguessitsjustme]

I'm also so pissed because Phu came back, accepted the job with Nan's company that Nan literally fought to help him avoid, then up and abandoned him AND his fucking job. Like Phu fucks with Nan's personal life so much that now he needs to let that bleed into Nan's professional life? Nan was doing fine. He was literally letting go and moving on with his life when Phu returned and fucked everything up again. Phu has no sense of responsibility. Not even for his own damn coffee shop. I can forgive a lot, but I cannot forgive people fucking with jobs/careers. Nan deserves to feel secure in at least one aspect of his life damn it.

[chronal-anomaly]

The winds have changed direction,,

[gibbearish]

the thing with autism right. is i know if i was having a full mental health crisis what i would end up doing is going to the emergency room and being like "hello, my name is (x) birthday (y), um i was hoping to talk to you about potential mental health inpatient care? i'm currently having a mental health crisis and don't think i can be trusted on my own" like if there's one thing i can be sure will live on in me no matter how hard the brainworms try. is my fucking customer service voice

[petrichorium]

My hair is soooo soft all my favs love to play with it

[reitziluz]

distressing to read through the chapter and realize that oh no. oh no. the done parts are not nearly as done as i thought they were. ohh no.

but also the ending scene is pure fire. needs only superficial polish. i had forgotten what i had changed on an earlier editing round, and gave myself chills, so, that's promising!

[unnamed-proxy]

What did Davis mean by this

[4giorno]

OOF i just finished the drawing assignments and im heading to bed (at 1pm) but my thumb and wrist area are so blue now 💀💀

[sungie]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMYGOD ITS SO TENDER AND SWEET AND JUST THE BEST EVER YOU REALLY DO ALWAYS COME UP WITH THE BEST LITTLE SCENARIOS AND IM GEN KIKCKING MY FEET GIGGLIGN RN

after-shower hair-care | boyfriend!wriothesley x fem!reader

wriothesley blowdries your hair after you take a shower. (he's hopelessly in love with you).

(´• ω •`) ♡ the only fem pronoun in here is 'ma'am' <3

you sit between wriothesley’s knees, head slumping into his lap as he cards his fingers through your hair. the blow dryer is warm and so are his hands as he dries the damp strands, fingers gentle as he massages oil onto your scalp. you’re drifting in and out of sleep, stirring slightly when you feel his hands move to caress the curve of your cheek. 

“my turn, babe.”

you shuffle, turning to face him, vaguely noticing that he’s tied your hair up in a claw clip. 

“wrio…” you mumble, pressing your cheek against his thigh. “m’ tired. later.”

“nuh-uh,” he says, eyebrow raised. “i want my hair done too.” 

you wrap your arms around his waist, eyes shut. he smells like your peach body wash. 

“but you’re so comfy.” 

you can’t see the smile on wriothesley’s lips as he puts his arms on each of your shoulders and shakes. 

“wriothesley!” you exclaim, his laugh contagious as you brace your hands on his knees. slightly dizzy, you look up at him as his body shakes from laughter, eyes gleaming. his hair is still damp from the shower, a towel around his neck as he holds a blow dryer in his hands. it doesn’t help that he’s not wearing a shirt, either. “you-” 

a blast of hot air in your face. your mouth drops as wriothesley turns the blow dryer on max, turning the heat down after he remembers your complaints about how hot the blow dryer gets. 

“don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty.” he says, tilting your chin up. “or i’ll blow dry your cute face.”

“wrio-” 

he cuts your words off with his lips, ever so gentle as he kisses your complaints away. he pulls away and your dizziness is back. 

“i’m gonna get you back.” you pout, getting up to trade places with him on the bed. “i’ll show you what these fists taste like.” 

“yes, ma'am.” wriothesley salutes. you groan. 

“oh god.” you look down at him as he sits on the carpet between your legs, his legs crossed lazily as he bats his eyelashes up at you. he hands you the blow dryer. “you were into that, weren’t you!” 

“i’m into you.” wriothesley corrects. he’s incredibly smug. you hide behind your palm as you blush, biting the inside of your cheek as his hands gently remove any obstructions from your face. “let me see your pret-”

you turn the blow dryer on max. 

“oh, i like you.” wriothesley says in between his laughter, turning so that you can focus your attention on his hair. “love you, actually.” he corrects. 

“love you too.” you say, ruffling the black and gray strands of his hair. he places a kiss on your knee. you pause before kissing the crown of his head. 

you continue blow drying his hair, towling the strands occasionally. wriothesley’s thankful you’re so focused on his hair that you don’t notice how warm his face has gotten, nor his crimson red cheeks as he blushes into his palm.

[deathisamotherofbeauty]

was frustrated and cut off a chunk of my hair weeeeee

[super-done-dead]

🙀🙀🙀🙀